Sanctum of the insignificant, insouciant, and absurd.

Category: Snark Attack

When I saw you perusing the cold brew coffee in Whole Foods, it wasn’t your deftly tied scarf that caught my eye, nor the effortless je n’ais se quoi of your half-tucked shirt. No. It was the way you had ever so slightly cuffed your jeans to leave an inch of sock visible between hem…… Continue reading Ode to an Inch of Sock